Oh that terrible feeling, should I or shouldn’t I?
I’ll probably be laughed at, so why even try?
I feel that it will explode in my face,
the elusive success that I chase
Sometimes I feel so far beyond my comfort zone
Sometimes I feel success is only on loan
My attitude has kept me from trying
anything out of the ordinary; I’d be lying
if I claimed I never feel uncertain
If my success was a play, they might bring down the curtain
at any time, and leave me standing here,
that all the praise I get will soon disappear
The truth is, I don’t trust the praise
I get; feel like people are disingenuous when the say
they really liked something I may have done
At any kind of success I turn and run
back in my shell, back were I feel safe
Back to the comfortable confines of my usual place
It’s safer on my feelings to not take a chance
that laughter will greet me, and stab me like a lance
If I never take a chance, I’ll never feel the pain
that accompanies this uncertainty in my brain
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